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A Satire Anthology
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2017
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Who praised the country, but so little knew
What beauty could be added to the scene
By the artistic advertiser’s aid,
To whom the hills, the meadows, and the woods
Brought no glad message, such as we receive,
Of Soaps and Sugars, Pens, Pianos, Pills!
Anthony C. Deane.
PARADISE
A HINDOO LEGEND
A HINDOO died – a happy thing to do
When twenty years united to a shrew.
Released, he hopefully for entrance cries
Before the gates of Brahma’s Paradise.
“Hast been through Purgatory?” Brahma said.
“I have been married,” and he hung his head.
“Come in, come in, and welcome, too, my son!
Marriage and Purgatory are as one.”
In bliss extreme he entered heaven’s door,
And knew the peace he ne’er had known before.
He scarce had entered in the Garden fair,
Another Hindoo asked admission there.
The self-same question Brahma asked again:
“Hast been through Purgatory?” “No; what then?”
“Thou canst not enter!” did the god reply.
“He that went in was no more there than I.”
“Yes, that is true, but he has married been,
And so on earth has suffered for all sin.”
“Married? ’Tis well; for I’ve been married twice!”
“Begone! We’ll have no fools in Paradise!”
George Birdseye.
HOCH! DER KAISER
DER Kaiser of dis Vaterland
Und Gott on high all dings command —
Ve two. Ach! don’t you understand?
Myself – und Gott.
Vile some men sing der power divine,
Mein soldiers sing “Der Wacht am Rhine,”
Und drink deir health in Rhenish wine
Of Me – und Gott.
Dere’s France, she swaggers all aroundt;
She’s ausgespielt, of no account;
To much ve tink she don’t amount;
Myself – und Gott.
She vill not dare to fight again;
But if she shouldt, I’ll show her blain
Dot Elsass und (in French) Lorraine
Are mein – by Gott!
Dere’s grandma dinks she’s nicht small beer;
Mit Boers und such she interfere;
She’ll learn none owns dis hemisphere
But me – und Gott!
She dinks, good Frau, fine ships she’s got,
Und soldiers mit der scarlet goat.
Ach! Ve could knock dem! Pouf! like dot,
Myself – mit Gott!
In dimes of peace brebare for wars;
I bear de spear und helm of Mars,
Und care not for a tousand Czars,
Myself – mit Gott!
In fact, I humour efery vhim,
Mit aspect dark und visage grim;
Gott pulls mit me, und I mit Him,
Myself – und Gott!
Rodney Blake.
ON A MAGAZINE SONNET
“SCORN not the sonnet,” though its strength be sapped,
Nor say malignant its inventor blundered;
The corpse that here in fourteen lines is wrapped
Had otherwise been covered with a hundred.
Russell Hilliard Loines.
EARTH
IF this little world to-night
Suddenly should fall through space
In a hissing, headlong flight,
Shrivelling from off its face,
As it falls into the sun,
In an instant every trace
Of the little crawling things —
Ants, philosophers, and lice,
What beauty could be added to the scene
By the artistic advertiser’s aid,
To whom the hills, the meadows, and the woods
Brought no glad message, such as we receive,
Of Soaps and Sugars, Pens, Pianos, Pills!
Anthony C. Deane.
PARADISE
A HINDOO LEGEND
A HINDOO died – a happy thing to do
When twenty years united to a shrew.
Released, he hopefully for entrance cries
Before the gates of Brahma’s Paradise.
“Hast been through Purgatory?” Brahma said.
“I have been married,” and he hung his head.
“Come in, come in, and welcome, too, my son!
Marriage and Purgatory are as one.”
In bliss extreme he entered heaven’s door,
And knew the peace he ne’er had known before.
He scarce had entered in the Garden fair,
Another Hindoo asked admission there.
The self-same question Brahma asked again:
“Hast been through Purgatory?” “No; what then?”
“Thou canst not enter!” did the god reply.
“He that went in was no more there than I.”
“Yes, that is true, but he has married been,
And so on earth has suffered for all sin.”
“Married? ’Tis well; for I’ve been married twice!”
“Begone! We’ll have no fools in Paradise!”
George Birdseye.
HOCH! DER KAISER
DER Kaiser of dis Vaterland
Und Gott on high all dings command —
Ve two. Ach! don’t you understand?
Myself – und Gott.
Vile some men sing der power divine,
Mein soldiers sing “Der Wacht am Rhine,”
Und drink deir health in Rhenish wine
Of Me – und Gott.
Dere’s France, she swaggers all aroundt;
She’s ausgespielt, of no account;
To much ve tink she don’t amount;
Myself – und Gott.
She vill not dare to fight again;
But if she shouldt, I’ll show her blain
Dot Elsass und (in French) Lorraine
Are mein – by Gott!
Dere’s grandma dinks she’s nicht small beer;
Mit Boers und such she interfere;
She’ll learn none owns dis hemisphere
But me – und Gott!
She dinks, good Frau, fine ships she’s got,
Und soldiers mit der scarlet goat.
Ach! Ve could knock dem! Pouf! like dot,
Myself – mit Gott!
In dimes of peace brebare for wars;
I bear de spear und helm of Mars,
Und care not for a tousand Czars,
Myself – mit Gott!
In fact, I humour efery vhim,
Mit aspect dark und visage grim;
Gott pulls mit me, und I mit Him,
Myself – und Gott!
Rodney Blake.
ON A MAGAZINE SONNET
“SCORN not the sonnet,” though its strength be sapped,
Nor say malignant its inventor blundered;
The corpse that here in fourteen lines is wrapped
Had otherwise been covered with a hundred.
Russell Hilliard Loines.
EARTH
IF this little world to-night
Suddenly should fall through space
In a hissing, headlong flight,
Shrivelling from off its face,
As it falls into the sun,
In an instant every trace
Of the little crawling things —
Ants, philosophers, and lice,
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